This is a song about "Master chief"

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Kids complainin always sayin that i chief all the blunts, shit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Call me master splinter

Pour out a little liquor

Cuz im the female rapping master

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

In case i betray my people and master